Finally, first entry of 2004
Ok. So I've decided to "blog", finally. Life has been well in KL. Having a pretty well-paid job - which offers me a laptop to be used at home, plus guaranteed year-end bonus and company trip have convinced me that I'm far better off than some other friends who are still struggling with their "I-can-work-like-a-dog-and-it's-ok-if-you-pay-me-little" kinda job.
Some people think I don't fit this job since I'm not quite grammatically capable. Erm, what they do not know is, creativity is the key when it comes to copywriting. Y'know, CREATIVITY. *winks*. My task is to create ideas on how to advertise with words, and with what content and design I should promote a product. If a copywriter requires only perfect English then the English teachers should really stop teaching in schools and be in the creative lines. Cis, My boss doesn't even complain, and she thinks my writings are just different. Gimme time lar, I will improve on my grammar k? Haiyah, regardless of what some people have to say, I think my market value is there as I've been asked a few times to do similiar things elsewhere. And I was told by a journalism lecturer before that I should become a feature writer for sunday papers in future. But that will never happened before my grammar gets right. I think the sunday paper editor will strangle me lor. *tsk tsk*
Job aside, I think I'm getting less social life lately. Nonetheless, Last Saturday in LQ was wild and heaty and sweaty. For once, I was TEMPTED to have my shirt off but managed to stop thinking that. Though I'm quite lean and abit toned *laughs and roll eyes*, I don't think I should torture the muscle-seekers' eyes. Plus, it's a bad idea to stand topless among the Sweaty MARYs... sweat, muscles, armpits, armpit hair, more armpits, more armpit hair... Ahhh, my shirt's still on *relieved*. Ohh yeah, I actually hope that those who don't go topless will RINSE and DRY their shirts before trying to hug me, or do dirty dances with me! Errk!
Shit. I'm hungry. Think I should just go to sleep. Need to work out tomorrow. I have a horrible feeling that my abdomen is getting bigger than my chest soon. No!!!!!!! Ok, sleep now.
Some people think I don't fit this job since I'm not quite grammatically capable. Erm, what they do not know is, creativity is the key when it comes to copywriting. Y'know, CREATIVITY. *winks*. My task is to create ideas on how to advertise with words, and with what content and design I should promote a product. If a copywriter requires only perfect English then the English teachers should really stop teaching in schools and be in the creative lines. Cis, My boss doesn't even complain, and she thinks my writings are just different. Gimme time lar, I will improve on my grammar k? Haiyah, regardless of what some people have to say, I think my market value is there as I've been asked a few times to do similiar things elsewhere. And I was told by a journalism lecturer before that I should become a feature writer for sunday papers in future. But that will never happened before my grammar gets right. I think the sunday paper editor will strangle me lor. *tsk tsk*
Job aside, I think I'm getting less social life lately. Nonetheless, Last Saturday in LQ was wild and heaty and sweaty. For once, I was TEMPTED to have my shirt off but managed to stop thinking that. Though I'm quite lean and abit toned *laughs and roll eyes*, I don't think I should torture the muscle-seekers' eyes. Plus, it's a bad idea to stand topless among the Sweaty MARYs... sweat, muscles, armpits, armpit hair, more armpits, more armpit hair... Ahhh, my shirt's still on *relieved*. Ohh yeah, I actually hope that those who don't go topless will RINSE and DRY their shirts before trying to hug me, or do dirty dances with me! Errk!
Shit. I'm hungry. Think I should just go to sleep. Need to work out tomorrow. I have a horrible feeling that my abdomen is getting bigger than my chest soon. No!!!!!!! Ok, sleep now.